International balloon fiesta comes once a year,
Hundreds of balloonists and pilots Will be here.
From the gas race, special shapes to the balloon glows,
It all comes to a end with a afterglow fireworks show.
Some balloons may never get off the ground,
When the envelope gets filled oh what a sound.
They accend to heights for me I'd shiver,
They flow gracefully and skim The Rio Grande River.
If your lucky and get a personal sight,
To watch the pilot ignite his flight.
Especially if it's at The dusk Dawn,
Enjoy the sight as you yawn.
As you sip on your hot chocolate and eat your breakfast burrito,
You look at your kiddos and they daddy this is neat-o.
Whether you enjoy in person or from your front door,
Seeing these colorful balloons makes you want to soar.
Johnny bubba Chavez
9/23/2021
- Author: Bubblicious (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 7th, 2022 14:13
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